Plastic Society

Tattle cries are just as loud as battle cries, but the difference is tears from mannequins dry on untouchable skin. You may have a purpose, but your attempt at a movement is motionless because your passion is a carefully constructed image replicated in a false ideology that manifests into something specific obtaining a manual manipulation. A self servant visibility is indicative of an egocentric personality and everything insinuated to be perceptually believed as sacred usually doesn't leave further than the tapping of your fingers. You proselytize by regurgitating the ways of a preferred deity and establish yourself by turning your mirror to reflect the angle of how you want to be seen and adjust your thoughts for a higher seat in your vanity in order to possess everything in your hypocrisy. The feedback you get initiates a sedimentary mask you proudly wear and give a name to because as a statuesque representative in an upscale consumption of physical and mindful gluttony, it is the exemplary rock to inscribe your identity. You disguise it as spirituality, enlightenment, or awareness labeling it as politics, religion, parenting, racism, abortion, extortion, activism, or sexism. It does not, in anyway, alleviate the struggling strong minded from with holding their weeps on garments bled by friends in unsung tongues and private sin, in time well spent where the secrets of the heart are kept for keeps rather than exposed and disposed of in a widespread generic documentary for the world to see the effects of their warfare. Where words of vulnerability and exposed nerves are perceived as nothing but memes and black sheep trying to be shepherds making lists of things to better humanity in articles utilized by a machine. As if the top ten life hacks will take neglcted children out of the slums of a poor shack and stop the hateful attacks on those who need welfare. The bandaging by labeling and over medicating will not eradicate the urgent need for eye to eye, flesh to flesh, heart to heart laughing, kind, grateful, melting of this plastic society.